At some point, we started sharing embarrassing and funny stories from our studies and his work. I was fascinated by how his chest rose and fell under me when he laughed. Hearing Dagon Hughes laugh was a rarity these past several years.
His breathing, his scent, his embrace soothed parts of me I never realized were always tense. My eyelids grew heavy, and I started drifting to sleep. My last thought before I succumbed to sleep was the hope of waking up in Dagon’s embrace.
***
There was something hard under my chest. Was I getting a panic attack before I was even fully awake? I opened my eyes, trying to focus on my surroundings. Nope, it wasn’t a panic attack, but it was something equally scary.
I was lying entirely on top of Dagon’s body. It was paradise, don’t get me wrong. His arms were holding me prisoner, and my head was spinning from how perfectly we fit together. Our legs were intertwined, and with my head on his chest, I was convinced there was no better place to be on this Earth.
However, there was a slight problem.
My heart started pounding. I tried to calm my breathing, too afraid I’d wake Dagon up.
What was hell within my heaven was my hard-on pressing against his thigh. Fuck.
Danger! My mind was blazing with reprimands and commands to pull away. Too bad my body had a mind of its own.
I raised my head very slowly. His eyes were closed, his mouth was slightly open, and his hair was a mess. I had never seen a more beautiful man. I wanted to touch his hair, his beard, his face, his lips. They were so tempting – like water after days of drought. His upper lip was thinner than his bottom one, and I wondered how his lips would feel on me – between my lips, over my aching cock, across my body. Fuck.
He stirred and pulled me tighter, shifting his thigh higher between mine. Even if my life depended on it, I couldn't stop the moan from slipping out.
Did I think my heart was beating fast before? Uh-uh, that was nothing. Now it was going to explode. Though an exploding heart sounded like the better option compared to an erupting cock. No, no. Exploding heart makes me think of death. I could feel my brain starting to spiral. But then, unexpectedly, I felt Dagon’s lips on my forehead, brushing more against my hair than my skin. All thoughts halted.
“Good morning.” His voice was raw and sleepy.
The kiss sent jolts straight to my cock. A distant part of my brain, still functioning, reminded me not to move because he would feel my hardness. I was sure he could feel it either way, because I felt his.
Damn it all. My brain was misfiring, and my body was barely holding back from vibrating with the need to feel more. It took all the restraint I didn’t know I had not to do everything flashing in my mind or to grind against him.
Finding my voice, I said, “Good morning to you too.”
“Did you sleep well?”
I expected him to disappear faster than lightning when he woke up. Instead, his grip on me only tightened… and was he sniffling me?
“What?”
Dagon’s body shook with barely restrained laughter while he repeated the question. “Did you sleep well?”
“Mhm.” Yep, that was all I had.
“I bet it was my arm-pillow and a little bit of the cushions.”
“It’s a bean bag,” I corrected automatically. “Also, I bet it was all you.”
My eyes widened in horror. These words did not leave my mouth. No, this didn't happen. Fuck me and my mouth!A voice whispered,Wouldn’t you want him to do exactly that?
I groaned at the same time Dagon laughed with full force. I expected him to start messing with me and laughing at me. Wait, was he laughing at me now?
“Well, in that case, we should do it more often.”
Wait, what? What did he just say? I met his eyes, trying to process his words. He didn’t just suggest sleeping together again, did he?
I was thrown into another universe. There was no other explanation—none, nada.
Trying to calm my rampant thoughts turned out to be fruitless. What snapped me out of it was another kiss on my forehead. A kiss that lingered, but was also not enough. Then, he moved to get up and went to the bathroom.
What in the ever-loving crap of all craps happened?
